<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:01:59.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xelenix.....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-5206475431713813168</id><published>2010-02-02T07:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T07:38:16.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Sem</title><content type='html'>It have been 3 weeks new semester start... The time table is packed like hell.. everyday feel tired.&lt;br /&gt;For the 1st week is still ok because didn't have the tutorial and practical class in the first week.. The tiring timetable start at week 2... Till now i'm still manage to overcome with the timetable but for the following week, i not sure that what will happen next...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-5206475431713813168?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/5206475431713813168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=5206475431713813168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/5206475431713813168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/5206475431713813168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-sem.html' title='New Sem'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-8876185448125851929</id><published>2009-11-17T18:03:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:01:18.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happiest Day of My Big Day</title><content type='html'>17 November 2009, the happiest day of my life... The first she celebrate b'day with me and is the first time I celebrate b'day with a special person... :) . And then also the present too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SwJ7FGAx-vI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Uy-1H7EE2LA/s1600/P1618%5B01%5D_17-11-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SwJ6P4CXKqI/AAAAAAAAA4I/BZWIcLnJFSs/s1600/P1504_17-11-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SwJ6P4CXKqI/AAAAAAAAA4I/BZWIcLnJFSs/s320/P1504_17-11-09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405016915956935330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SwJ6E7zfIDI/AAAAAAAAA4A/eCSvnDa65WQ/s1600/P1503_17-11-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SwJ6E7zfIDI/AAAAAAAAA4A/eCSvnDa65WQ/s320/P1503_17-11-09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405016727989723186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The First B'day cake i received&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SwJ7FGAx-vI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Uy-1H7EE2LA/s1600/P1618%5B01%5D_17-11-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SwJ7FGAx-vI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Uy-1H7EE2LA/s320/P1618%5B01%5D_17-11-09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405017830241467122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SwJ8w8i_9dI/AAAAAAAAA44/l1KgxoBpZvg/s1600/P1758_17-11-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SwJ8w8i_9dI/AAAAAAAAA44/l1KgxoBpZvg/s320/P1758_17-11-09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405019683126506962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SwJ8jGadJ2I/AAAAAAAAA4w/tBS73ww8PFs/s1600/P1757%5B01%5D_17-11-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SwJ8jGadJ2I/AAAAAAAAA4w/tBS73ww8PFs/s320/P1757%5B01%5D_17-11-09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405019445256857442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Present i received&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SwJ7mHiV-4I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/g1RaIoqQVHs/s1600/P1757_17-11-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SwJ7mHiV-4I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/g1RaIoqQVHs/s320/P1757_17-11-09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405018397586357122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SwJ8Af4TPMI/AAAAAAAAA4g/hCTteuhC-p8/s1600/P1758%5B01%5D_17-11-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SwJ8Af4TPMI/AAAAAAAAA4g/hCTteuhC-p8/s320/P1758%5B01%5D_17-11-09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405018850797501634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SwJ8P6v_GvI/AAAAAAAAA4o/H_tmwJxVU7g/s1600/P1819_17-11-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SwJ8P6v_GvI/AAAAAAAAA4o/H_tmwJxVU7g/s320/P1819_17-11-09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405019115708422898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SwJ_3c8sMnI/AAAAAAAAA5A/H2BY-S8jp7E/s1600/P1618_17-11-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SwJ_3c8sMnI/AAAAAAAAA5A/H2BY-S8jp7E/s320/P1618_17-11-09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405023093438296690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-8876185448125851929?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/8876185448125851929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=8876185448125851929' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/8876185448125851929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/8876185448125851929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2009/11/happiest-day-of-my-big-day.html' title='The Happiest Day of My Big Day'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SwJ6P4CXKqI/AAAAAAAAA4I/BZWIcLnJFSs/s72-c/P1504_17-11-09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-6699864775361191668</id><published>2009-11-10T01:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T02:17:02.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Success or Failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SvhcPiC-ynI/AAAAAAAAA2o/LUmebETOcuc/s1600-h/huge.49.247801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 155px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SvhcPiC-ynI/AAAAAAAAA2o/LUmebETOcuc/s320/huge.49.247801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402169174938012274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the previous incidents happen onward, which is 1 week plus until now many things happen. Have to adapt to the new situation which occur time and many more. From the incidents, i learn more and more where need to appreciate what I have (friend, family, love one and etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This "thought" has be running around in my head since my last semester break. What should I do? Should do this? or Should do that? Can't stop think about that thought..until now... patience is needed..but until when is still in the mystery.. will be success or will it be a failure..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-6699864775361191668?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/6699864775361191668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=6699864775361191668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/6699864775361191668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/6699864775361191668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2009/11/success-or-failure.html' title='Success or Failure'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SvhcPiC-ynI/AAAAAAAAA2o/LUmebETOcuc/s72-c/huge.49.247801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-3753485001178089360</id><published>2009-11-08T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:39:09.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories..</title><content type='html'>All the thing happen recently is too fast, can't expected especially accident fall for my housemate - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;James, Ghim Chnieh &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Chin Yeap&lt;/span&gt;. A bit glad one of them survive but still can't accept what is already happen. It take time to recover... I knew both of them ( James and Ghim Chnieh ) for 10 months, all the memories in 1539 with them will in my heart forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chit Chat with James and Ghim Chnieh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat lunch with Ghim Chnieh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday listen song where James tune his speaker volume until the whole house can listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study together at daytime and night time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play dota...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes will saw both of you at Uni and other place in kampar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat at the roof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss those day with both of you&lt;br /&gt;All those day will be treasure until the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-3753485001178089360?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/3753485001178089360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=3753485001178089360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/3753485001178089360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/3753485001178089360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2009/11/memories.html' title='Memories..'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-1623811474008576192</id><published>2009-10-23T17:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T18:04:55.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost World of Tambun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SuF7ApDP1RI/AAAAAAAAA18/OcM9Gyzw2OQ/s1600-h/P1239%5B02%5D_21-10-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SuF7ApDP1RI/AAAAAAAAA18/OcM9Gyzw2OQ/s320/P1239%5B02%5D_21-10-09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395729079516255506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went Lost World Tambun on Wednesday straight after my class end at 11 am (tiring and boring class) Luckily, one of my friend bring a new friend that i just knew him where he worked before in the Lost World so we can get staff price...hehe. The normal price is RM 30 per person, we get RM 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SuF9ODFiogI/AAAAAAAAA2c/1WX2vdBqtM8/s1600-h/P1634_21-10-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SuF9ODFiogI/AAAAAAAAA2c/1WX2vdBqtM8/s320/P1634_21-10-09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395731508866753026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The snake damn heavy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SuF8shPo-1I/AAAAAAAAA2U/qkYoCV8-zFM/s1600-h/P1631%5B01%5D_21-10-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SuF8shPo-1I/AAAAAAAAA2U/qkYoCV8-zFM/s320/P1631%5B01%5D_21-10-09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395730932846623570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SuF8M1iDBLI/AAAAAAAAA2M/R3PkstK3IEk/s1600-h/P1627_21-10-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SuF8M1iDBLI/AAAAAAAAA2M/R3PkstK3IEk/s320/P1627_21-10-09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395730388536722610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SuF7nvB0ySI/AAAAAAAAA2E/BqT4YG1xRno/s1600-h/P1640_21-10-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SuF7nvB0ySI/AAAAAAAAA2E/BqT4YG1xRno/s320/P1640_21-10-09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395729751135799586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Petting Zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-1623811474008576192?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/1623811474008576192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=1623811474008576192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/1623811474008576192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/1623811474008576192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-world-tambun.html' title='Lost World of Tambun'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SuF7ApDP1RI/AAAAAAAAA18/OcM9Gyzw2OQ/s72-c/P1239%5B02%5D_21-10-09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-3886011342509377043</id><published>2009-09-08T21:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:33:26.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>钟健桦 - 暗恋</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SqZc3uPO1hI/AAAAAAAAA10/w3xcN1J1tb8/s1600-h/13.Alvin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SqZc3uPO1hI/AAAAAAAAA10/w3xcN1J1tb8/s320/13.Alvin1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379088917315114514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看着你 犹如天使般的美丽&lt;br /&gt;很想能和你在一起 很爱你&lt;br /&gt;只是你 虽然知道我深爱着你&lt;br /&gt;却又装作一切不在意 在逃避&lt;br /&gt;我承认是我自己太没勇气&lt;br /&gt;不敢对你说我爱你 现在后悔都已来不及&lt;br /&gt;想。。。拥抱你&lt;br /&gt;告诉你其实我爱你&lt;br /&gt;不再让你离开我自己&lt;br /&gt;我。。。很爱你&lt;br /&gt;只是不能再让你离去&lt;br /&gt;很想对你说一句 我深爱着你&lt;br /&gt;看着你 犹如天使般的美丽&lt;br /&gt;很想能和你在一起 很爱你&lt;br /&gt;只是你 虽然知道我深爱着你&lt;br /&gt;却又装作一切不在意 在逃避&lt;br /&gt;我承认是我自己太没勇气&lt;br /&gt;不敢对你说我爱你 现在后悔都已来不及&lt;br /&gt;想。。。拥抱你&lt;br /&gt;告诉你其实我爱你&lt;br /&gt;不再让你离开我自己&lt;br /&gt;我。。。很爱你&lt;br /&gt;只是不能再让你离去&lt;br /&gt;很想对你说一句 我深爱着你&lt;br /&gt;可不可以别再怀疑&lt;br /&gt;听我说一句我爱你。。。&lt;br /&gt;wowo。。。&lt;br /&gt;拥抱你&lt;br /&gt;告诉你其实我爱你&lt;br /&gt;不再让你离开我自己&lt;br /&gt;我。。。很爱你&lt;br /&gt;只是不能再让你离去&lt;br /&gt;很想对你说一句 我深爱着你&lt;br /&gt;我深爱着你 深爱着你&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-3886011342509377043?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/3886011342509377043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=3886011342509377043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/3886011342509377043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/3886011342509377043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='钟健桦 - 暗恋'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SqZc3uPO1hI/AAAAAAAAA10/w3xcN1J1tb8/s72-c/13.Alvin1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-2503444583970427912</id><published>2009-08-15T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T19:25:14.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class of Computer Engineering 09/01</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Computer Engineering (CT) 0901&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SoaZB_O9etI/AAAAAAAAA1U/SHprQmGRIOU/s1600-h/CT-class0901a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SoaZB_O9etI/AAAAAAAAA1U/SHprQmGRIOU/s320/CT-class0901a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370147865118997202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SoaZK2FBwqI/AAAAAAAAA1c/5n_V00LcT9A/s1600-h/CT-class0901b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SoaZK2FBwqI/AAAAAAAAA1c/5n_V00LcT9A/s320/CT-class0901b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370148017280238242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act crazy to take the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SoaZUX8z9lI/AAAAAAAAA1k/WuCHa3E-J-w/s1600-h/black+and+white.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SoaZUX8z9lI/AAAAAAAAA1k/WuCHa3E-J-w/s320/black+and+white.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370148180991407698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black and White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Photographer: Mr. Kuek Chian Shiun ( Lecturer of Digital Circuits And Systems)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-2503444583970427912?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/2503444583970427912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=2503444583970427912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/2503444583970427912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/2503444583970427912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2009/08/class-of-computer-engineering-0901.html' title='Class of Computer Engineering 09/01'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SoaZB_O9etI/AAAAAAAAA1U/SHprQmGRIOU/s72-c/CT-class0901a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-4123228821849582438</id><published>2009-06-05T17:35:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:14:56.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Botanic Garden / Eco Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;This Botanic Garden (also known as Eco Park) is located somewhere in Simpang Pulai. I doesn't know the exact location.. hehe.. The environment there is nice (can go jogging, relaxing and etc) and the air the is much more better than kampar. Hope to go there again to feel the green environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SijqkdfNkdI/AAAAAAAAAf8/RtVv7CZXhZE/s1600-h/P5090216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SijqkdfNkdI/AAAAAAAAAf8/RtVv7CZXhZE/s200/P5090216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343778869986824658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SijpkHNhHJI/AAAAAAAAAf0/-C4srxs65cI/s200/P5090215.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343777764495400082" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/Sijn1k0ppzI/AAAAAAAAAek/oLZyBQ8ioxU/s200/P5090195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343775865478686514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SijpFtZFlwI/AAAAAAAAAfs/r2ONxMH-9vs/s1600-h/P5090213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-4123228821849582438?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/4123228821849582438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=4123228821849582438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/4123228821849582438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/4123228821849582438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2009/06/botanic-garden-eco-park.html' title='Botanic Garden / Eco Park'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SijqkdfNkdI/AAAAAAAAAf8/RtVv7CZXhZE/s72-c/P5090216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-3805143086128571892</id><published>2009-05-02T06:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T02:21:34.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pursuit Of Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/Sft7KfwInGI/AAAAAAAAAeU/NYcwJr4c3vA/s1600-h/happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/Sft7KfwInGI/AAAAAAAAAeU/NYcwJr4c3vA/s320/happiness.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330990004175412322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't everyone want to be 100% happy? How about 200% happier? So why aren't you? Below see how this can come true for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed how often people rely on others in their pursuit of happiness? How they expect someone else to make them happy? You might hear people say things like: "If only he would be nicer." "Didn't she know that would hurt my feelings?"I would be happy if he would only listen to me more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people have this idea in their head they can spend a lot of time figuring out how to fix or change other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the trouble if you try this strategy? Not only do the other people feel irritated, they often get defensive at your attempt to "FIX" them. And it leaves you powerless. If THEY don't change, YOU can't be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even more important is that, since what you focus your attention on grows, focusing on what you don't like will cause it to become what you notice most in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, for example, when your significant other comes home they often leave a trail with their clothes, bags, books, whatever, strewn throughout the house. It drives you nuts! Every time you look at the residue of stuff they leave behind them, you feel irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has gone on for so long that now you notice every little piece of debris, everywhere you look, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what you focus your attention on grows. Perhaps you say something like this to them: "Can't you pick up after yourself? You are such a slob."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably not the first time you've talked about the clothes on the floor. And probably not much has changed since that first time. So what happens next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your partner probably is irritated at being told not to leave his/her clothes around. You lose hope that things will ever change. And you spend all your time noticing what you don't enjoy about your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, what you focus your attention on grows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is, the step that will move you closer to being happier than ever before: Develop YOUR ability to focus your attention on what you ENJOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this sounds too simple. But ask yourself: "What would my day be like if I started and ended it by simply noticing or remembering everything that I enjoy in my life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, what you focus your attention on grows. Focus on what you enjoy - it's the simpliest, most enjoyable way to begin happiness in your life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this. Pretend that you have an emotional bank account. Every one of your thoughts makes a deposit. This means that if you're constantly depositing painful memories in your emotional bank account, they will grow and grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll even start multiplying if you're using the law of compound interest. What's this? It's compounding the effect of thoughts like: "What a slob!" with more thoughts like: "She doesn't care about me." or "He's the most selfish person I've ever met."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, do you feel happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine everyday finding things that you enjoy, and that you have gratitude for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your significant other comes into the house and smiles. Is that something to be thankful for? They ask if you would like to go out to dinner. Is that something to be thankful for? You see them put something away, without being asked. Is that something to be thankful for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine depositing these memories in your emotional bank account, day after day. And compound them with as many other thankful, grateful thoughts as you can so they grow and grow. "It's lovely when he brings me tea; he's so considerate sometimes." "I'm so glad we like doing things together." "We just have so much in common; she is so much fun to be with"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy or sad, good or bad, pleasure or pain - authentic happiness is up to you. Focus on what you enjoy. Enjoy being thankful. It's something anyone can do, even you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you focus your attention on will grow. You do have an emotional bank account so start saving your happiness up today. With a bank-full of thankful, you will be the best at being happy now."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Written by: Beth Banning and Neill Gibson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-3805143086128571892?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/3805143086128571892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=3805143086128571892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/3805143086128571892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/3805143086128571892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2009/05/pursuit-of-happiness.html' title='The Pursuit Of Happiness'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/Sft7KfwInGI/AAAAAAAAAeU/NYcwJr4c3vA/s72-c/happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-622464463610653609</id><published>2009-05-01T02:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T03:12:17.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/Sfn3yq_aOQI/AAAAAAAAAeM/mOGrgWj-7-A/s1600-h/gem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 111px; height: 89px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/Sfn3yq_aOQI/AAAAAAAAAeM/mOGrgWj-7-A/s200/gem.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330564083875461378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Imagine  LIFE as a game in which you are juggling some 5 balls in the air. You name them - WORK, FAMILY, HEALTH, FRIENDS and SPIRIT and you're keeping all of these in the air. You will soon understand that WORK is a Rubber Ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back. But the other Four balls - Family, Health, Friends and Spirit - are made of glass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you drop one of these, they will be irrevocably scuffed, marked, nicked, damaged or even shattered. They will never be the same. You must understand that and strive for balance in your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How? Don't undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others. It is because we are different that each of us is special. Don't set your goals by what other people deem important. Only you know what is best for you. Don't take for granted the things closest to your heart. Cling to them as they would your life, for without them, Life is Meaningless. Don't let your Life slip through your fingers by living in the past or for the future. By living your life one day at a time, you live, all the days of your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up when you still have something to give. Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying. Don't be afraid to admit that you are less than perfect. It is this fragile thread that binds us to each together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to encounter risks. It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave. Don't shut LOVE out of your Life by saying it's impossible to find time. The quickest way to &lt;strong&gt;receive&lt;/strong&gt; LOVE is to &lt;strong&gt;give&lt;/strong&gt;, the fastest way to &lt;strong&gt;lose &lt;/strong&gt;LOVE is to &lt;strong&gt;hold &lt;/strong&gt;it too &lt;strong&gt;tightly&lt;/strong&gt;, and the &lt;strong&gt;best &lt;/strong&gt;way to &lt;strong&gt;keep&lt;/strong&gt; LOVE is to give it &lt;strong&gt;wings&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't run through life so fast that you forget not only where you've been, but also where you are going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't forget, a person's greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to learn. Knowledge is weightless, a treasure you can always carry easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't use time or words carelessly. Neither can be retrieved. Life is not a race, but a journey to be savoured each step of the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is HISTORY,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a MYSTERY and&lt;br /&gt;Today is a GIFT , that's why we call it THE PRESENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-622464463610653609?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/622464463610653609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=622464463610653609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/622464463610653609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/622464463610653609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2009/05/life.html' title='LIFE'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/Sfn3yq_aOQI/AAAAAAAAAeM/mOGrgWj-7-A/s72-c/gem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-6577307798719745831</id><published>2009-04-27T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T01:34:52.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying the Four Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Four simple phrases — "Please forgive me," "I forgive you," "Thank you," and "I love you" — carry enormous power. In many ways, they contain the most powerful words in our language. These four phrases provide us with a clear path to emotional wellness; they guide us through the thickets of interpersonal difficulties to a conscious way of living that is full of integrity and grace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In The Four Things That Matter Most,  teaches us how to practice these life-affirming words in our day-to-day lives. Too often we assume that the people we love really know we love them. Its reveals the value of stating the obvious and provides insights into how we burden ourselves by hanging on to old grudges unconsciously and unnecessarily. Its will shows us how to avoid living with those awkward silences and uncomfortable issues that distance us from the people we love and erode our sense of well-being and joy. His insights and stories help us to forgive, appreciate, love, and celebrate one another more fully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inspiring stories in The Four Things That Matter Most demonstrate the usefulness of the Four Things in a wide range of life situations. They also show that a degree of emotional healing is always possible and that we can experience a sense of wholeness even in the wake of family strife, personal tragedy, divorce, or in the face of death. With practical wisdom and spiritual punch, The Four Things That Matter Most gives us the language and guidance to honor and experience what really matters most in our lives every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These four simple statements are powerful tools for improving your relationships and your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-6577307798719745831?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/6577307798719745831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=6577307798719745831' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/6577307798719745831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/6577307798719745831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2009/04/saying-four-things.html' title='Saying the Four Things'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-5977558504926870797</id><published>2009-04-27T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T01:06:37.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>三个字</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SfSUfh4QYEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/pkW2dnlyB_U/s1600-h/曾之乔.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SfSUfh4QYEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/pkW2dnlyB_U/s200/曾之乔.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329047528477319234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SfSUjyEWh_I/AAAAAAAAAeE/CtO0om23Q3Q/s200/阮经天.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329047601542498290" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情 不是一道选择题。&lt;br /&gt;我知道，那个时候你就已经做了决定。&lt;br /&gt;你心里永远都有着一个相信。&lt;br /&gt;而我的相信，就是支持着你的相信。&lt;br /&gt;因为，我心里有三个字，不能告诉你…&lt;br /&gt;如果没有你和他的约定&lt;br /&gt;我的爱会不会有一种权利&lt;br /&gt;成为你的行李&lt;br /&gt;陪着你去旅行&lt;br /&gt;无论是北极还是雨林&lt;br /&gt;我还守着我和他的约定&lt;br /&gt;最後幸福会写下一份证明&lt;br /&gt;就算没有日期&lt;br /&gt;就算还会伤心&lt;br /&gt;我仍相信生命的奇迹&lt;br /&gt;不该再用我的爱困住你&lt;br /&gt;不该再让你眼中有泪滴&lt;br /&gt;好无力 去找寻&lt;br /&gt;那三个字的替代句&lt;br /&gt;也许我们从此不再相遇&lt;br /&gt;永远记得你微笑的眼睛&lt;br /&gt;别伤心 你放心&lt;br /&gt;我知道三个字的意义&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天 命运让我们再次相遇&lt;br /&gt;而你的答案还缺少一个回应&lt;br /&gt;或许你不知道&lt;br /&gt;其实我也在等待 另一个奇迹&lt;br /&gt;我还守着我和他的约定&lt;br /&gt;最後幸福会写下一份证明&lt;br /&gt;就算没有日期&lt;br /&gt;就算还会伤心&lt;br /&gt;我仍相信生命的奇迹&lt;br /&gt;不该再用我的爱困住你&lt;br /&gt;不该再让你眼中有泪滴&lt;br /&gt;好无力 去找寻&lt;br /&gt;那三个字的替代句&lt;br /&gt;也许我们从此不再相遇&lt;br /&gt;永远记得你微笑的眼睛&lt;br /&gt;别伤心 你放心&lt;br /&gt;我知道三个字的意义&lt;br /&gt;别伤心 你放心&lt;br /&gt;我知道三个字的意义&lt;br /&gt;当你笑着找到 你的相信&lt;br /&gt;我会将这三个字 化作你的姓名&lt;br /&gt;永远的 放在心里…… &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-5977558504926870797?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/5977558504926870797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=5977558504926870797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/5977558504926870797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/5977558504926870797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='三个字'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SfSUfh4QYEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/pkW2dnlyB_U/s72-c/曾之乔.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-197416168926975505</id><published>2009-04-21T14:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:37:55.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/Se1oMRHDWxI/AAAAAAAAAd0/aVwFmiYbERs/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/Se1oMRHDWxI/AAAAAAAAAd0/aVwFmiYbERs/s200/rain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327028494209866514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At last, it rain and it rain heavily... it happen today, 2 something in the morning... what i have been waiting for the past few day of hot temperature.... Really feel the rain.. and feel want to rush out to the rain but couldn't because of final is coming.. scared caught cold and sick.. haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-197416168926975505?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/197416168926975505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=197416168926975505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/197416168926975505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/197416168926975505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2009/04/rain.html' title='Rain...'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/Se1oMRHDWxI/AAAAAAAAAd0/aVwFmiYbERs/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-49448681410381791</id><published>2009-04-18T20:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:03:12.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT HOT HOT...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SenK7mU7e6I/AAAAAAAAAXE/uVQM0of6o0U/s1600-h/sun_hot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SenK7mU7e6I/AAAAAAAAAXE/uVQM0of6o0U/s200/sun_hot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326011159591746466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm surfuring the hot weather in kampar... can anyone help... almost cooked already myself.. want to study, and do other stuff also no mood, even sleep also can due to the hot weather in kampar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;あつい　！　あつい !　　あつい　!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;あめ てんき！！！　あめ てんき！！！！　あめ てんき！！！！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-49448681410381791?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/49448681410381791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=49448681410381791' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/49448681410381791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/49448681410381791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2009/04/hot-hot-hot.html' title='HOT HOT HOT...'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SenK7mU7e6I/AAAAAAAAAXE/uVQM0of6o0U/s72-c/sun_hot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-4118231664795498184</id><published>2009-04-18T03:18:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:09:54.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SejXCMdn5VI/AAAAAAAAAWU/MU4MR7yH_GI/s200/P1060626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325742992070796626" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SejZHuUsxAI/AAAAAAAAAWk/hy0blDh3duI/s200/P1060613.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325745286082774018" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Birthday cakes... black and white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Judy Happy birthday party  at her house...  judy get  happy what we plan.. she get surprise when we all burst into her room...  after what we done, she felt touch what we have done.. even more ask her room mate why don't tell  her got this surprise.. her room mate say she also don't know got surprise plan... if got also pretend don't  know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First the black cake enter her room and sang the english birthday song... then the white cake enter with singing chinese version....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Photo taking section..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SejbQ4mqnPI/AAAAAAAAAWs/A_oRuW-QctI/s200/P1060640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325747642484563186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Judy with friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesGdkcBS6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/LFawExdyhK4/s200/no+pic.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326358089362918306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Judy with housemate..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After cutting cakes and eat... then we change to another place to continue the celebration... which is boombox (pub).  And that time another cake is prepare which is the boombox give to her as her birthday party at there. At the sure have beer already.. 4 bucket package.. 1 bucket 6 bottle... At there force to dance too.. haiz... don't know how to dance still have to dance because being force by birthday girl... Then a friend bet with someone where if she drink the beer until where we pointed... the friend have to strip his shirt and dance..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SejeWHRkIGI/AAAAAAAAAW0/oqupYXaTCms/s200/DSC02555.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325751030856818786" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SejfOFZh_YI/AAAAAAAAAW8/R-2QVWjawdU/s200/DSC02556.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325751992426036610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too shy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-4118231664795498184?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/4118231664795498184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=4118231664795498184' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/4118231664795498184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/4118231664795498184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays...'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SejXCMdn5VI/AAAAAAAAAWU/MU4MR7yH_GI/s72-c/P1060626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-584423607692330593</id><published>2009-04-09T22:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:02:49.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini cinema in westlake house 1539....</title><content type='html'>This happen because my room mate have a projector which is use for the buddhise society in utar have a event. After their rehearsal, my room mate took it come home.. because left at heritage hall also no use.. so he took it back....&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/Sd4LrNvOQ5I/AAAAAAAAAVk/uRGnqDX3AbQ/s200/DSC00112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322704646648513426" /&gt;Sound system for the mini cinema..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/Sd4MJROANnI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Zs7eVCI_GfM/s200/DSC00113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322705162978997874" /&gt;Source to play movie...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/Sd4MwIDNW-I/AAAAAAAAAV0/JxGq8-smiJw/s200/P4030009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322705830532701154" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Projector...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/Sd4NKkzJY6I/AAAAAAAAAV8/QnOOlWK2gXQ/s200/DSC00115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322706284926559138" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The screen...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Beside become mini cinema.. my housemate used it to play games... ex: counter strike and dota...sweat....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/Sd4N2nsJROI/AAAAAAAAAWE/uTljzxEK50A/s200/P4040013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322707041616741602" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Counter Strike( sniper )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-584423607692330593?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/584423607692330593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=584423607692330593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/584423607692330593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/584423607692330593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2009/04/mini-cinema-in-westlake-house-1539.html' title='Mini cinema in westlake house 1539....'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/Sd4LrNvOQ5I/AAAAAAAAAVk/uRGnqDX3AbQ/s72-c/DSC00112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-4721638935389237540</id><published>2009-04-01T01:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T02:12:28.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319414652685306594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SdJbcXJQyuI/AAAAAAAAAVc/4eG7c2TO9GA/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;After trying to do the step, in all the sudden it drop to the start..... have to start from basics.... Why this kind of step very hard to step on..... why? No matter how hard it takes and how long it takes, the result also will be same have start over again from the beginning....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Sometimes is hard to accept this kind failure because this failure repeat and repeat again.... not even once success.....why......????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sometime from failure, will gain experinces.... and next time will be more carefull and give more on next time to gain success...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-4721638935389237540?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/4721638935389237540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=4721638935389237540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/4721638935389237540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/4721638935389237540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2009/04/failure.html' title='Failure...'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SdJbcXJQyuI/AAAAAAAAAVc/4eG7c2TO9GA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-3507632850474566933</id><published>2009-02-18T10:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:39:40.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar Prom Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SZt0TgmkSfI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kcZo-cUHbtA/s1600-h/P1050735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303960864676923890" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SZt0TgmkSfI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kcZo-cUHbtA/s320/P1050735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SZtzZFi5XYI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/UzwBWCQ34s0/s1600-h/P1050781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303959860981357954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SZtzZFi5XYI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/UzwBWCQ34s0/s200/P1050781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;The oscar prom night... occur on 12 feb.... This is the first time i go this kind of event. So when i arrive there with my friend, i quite enjoy because can see a lot of ppl there wearing nice shirt, dress and more.. all also leng cai and leng lui.... Foods, songs, close up picture taking and more..were offer at the prom... When the oscar prom start, songs were played... many people start to dance.. depend what type of the song, they will dance the suitable type....but mostly the DJ put all the "high" song... so all people there dance till very high..... hahaha... even myself who also not really know how to dance also &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SZtzv407KCI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1VrEweLsSWw/s1600-h/P1050703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303960252704303138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SZtzv407KCI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1VrEweLsSWw/s320/P1050703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dance in it.... Then before the prom ends... MC call us to stop for a while because the most people want see the event is selecting the prom king and queen.... then they call out the candidate..lol (5 kings and 5 queens).. i dunno how they were chosen(what is the category became prom king and queen)... then the MCs tell us to give the judge time to finalize who the king and queen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-3507632850474566933?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/3507632850474566933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=3507632850474566933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/3507632850474566933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/3507632850474566933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2009/02/oscar-prom-night.html' title='Oscar Prom Night'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SZt0TgmkSfI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kcZo-cUHbtA/s72-c/P1050735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-3584609351997306462</id><published>2009-02-02T02:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T02:34:46.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SYXpuyLvpuI/AAAAAAAAABw/SeXXOMNQDdQ/s1600-h/chinese-new-year.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297897526625543906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SYXpuyLvpuI/AAAAAAAAABw/SeXXOMNQDdQ/s320/chinese-new-year.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This CNY, i enjoyed quite ok because this year many of my friends sicks, include me also( not so serious)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even i a bit sick, it won't prevent me to meet friends.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gathering(at night) held on 30th till 3nd day of CNY... mostly go there gamble... hahaha...... Beside that, visiting famaly and friend during day time... then mostly night go out (lim teh, and others lah....) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-3584609351997306462?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/3584609351997306462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=3584609351997306462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/3584609351997306462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/3584609351997306462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2009/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year....'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SYXpuyLvpuI/AAAAAAAAABw/SeXXOMNQDdQ/s72-c/chinese-new-year.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-8452529546017060327</id><published>2009-01-23T00:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T00:56:49.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New in UTaR life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.etawau.com/edu/UniversitiesPrivate/TAR/TAR.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://www.etawau.com/edu/UniversitiesPrivate/TAR/TAR.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when come here during orientation..... damn sien because that time no pc.... everyday after orientation sleep nia..... not entertainment that time... eat, orientation and sleep...... and that time meet some of my housemate... all also friendly.... then my new room also one of them..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then after the orientation... class start.... mostly the class i attend in the first week almost all class is introduction... then i got feel sien because the introduction is where i learn before during diploma..... but then i "beh syok" is 1 weeks already got assignment and have summit on 2 week..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-8452529546017060327?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/8452529546017060327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=8452529546017060327' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/8452529546017060327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/8452529546017060327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-in-utar-life.html' title='New in UTaR life'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-600956367869908251</id><published>2008-11-13T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:15:42.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convocation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SRsBD7wbmVI/AAAAAAAAABo/QB7_zjoIf3E/s1600-h/PB100039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267805356231989586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SRsBD7wbmVI/AAAAAAAAABo/QB7_zjoIf3E/s320/PB100039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hooray..... at last getting my diploma cert. at the convocation on monday(10/11/2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gather back all coursemate.....why don't they do the whole courses - electrocnic, computer, mechatronic and manufacture togather.... that should be nicer.... but me happy also..... hooray......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-600956367869908251?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/600956367869908251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=600956367869908251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/600956367869908251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/600956367869908251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2008/11/convocation.html' title='Convocation'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SRsBD7wbmVI/AAAAAAAAABo/QB7_zjoIf3E/s72-c/PB100039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-5694286858569814106</id><published>2008-10-26T23:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:42:34.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk to her and Explained</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://72.11.142.207/~vladstud3/jpg_low/800x480/vladstudio_giddyup_bickhamscript_800x480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://72.11.142.207/~vladstud3/jpg_low/800x480/vladstudio_giddyup_bickhamscript_800x480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://72.11.142.207/~vladstud3/lowquality/vladstudio_giddyup_bickhamscript_800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Last got some contact with her.... talk... talk.... explain explain.... question question....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;at last confession..... the conversation between it... secret.... hehehehe........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-5694286858569814106?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/5694286858569814106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=5694286858569814106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/5694286858569814106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/5694286858569814106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2008/10/talk-to-her-and-explained.html' title='Talk to her and Explained'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-8577069551594625616</id><published>2008-10-05T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:56:35.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://72.11.142.207/~vladstud3/jpg_low/800x480/vladstudio_coiffure_800x480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="http://72.11.142.207/~vladstud3/jpg_low/800x480/vladstudio_coiffure_800x480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting 28 sept until 4 oct i was so happy even so this main holiday is Hari Raya because many of my old old friends are all back to hometown~~Taiping(Rainy Town). This whole week, i enjoy very much and mostly go out for kia kia during afternoon untill morning(2-3am) and sometimes morning come out too. Go out here and there, even more now taiping already develope: got cinema, sushi king, starbuck, pelita and more... For those week, i watch 2 movie with old friends which is death race and eagle eye. Both movie are so best.... excelent movie. Then sometimes ask people come out "yam cha"; now got new word replace "yam cha" which is "ka teh"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But got 1 night many people are busy with their own stuff; study, doing assignment, lab report and more, i was so boring but lucky got 1 person was not busy(" my daughter ") so i got find &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" my daughter " for chatting( kheng kai).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At last i have enjoy the most after i finish my study 3 years in diploma. That week i will remember what have i enjoy.. hooray!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-8577069551594625616?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/8577069551594625616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=8577069551594625616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/8577069551594625616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/8577069551594625616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-holiday.html' title='Happy holiday'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-2428771316851769116</id><published>2008-10-02T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T17:22:12.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Last</title><content type='html'>Now i at last starting to forget "her".... Got One thing that i want to give her but i didnt... because i want to try to forget her and the thing that i want to give i ask a friend to keep so that let me faster to forget her... if i still keep that thing, i will be more hard to forget her............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-2428771316851769116?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/2428771316851769116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=2428771316851769116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/2428771316851769116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/2428771316851769116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2008/10/at-last.html' title='At Last'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-9077056704021696014</id><published>2008-09-17T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:07:42.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired and Bored</title><content type='html'>Me have transfered to KL - Sri Petaling, At here sometime damn bored especially at night where i always sit in front of the PC... sien sien.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside that sometime i feel tired after teaching especially too on thursday because have to teach from morning till night....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-9077056704021696014?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/9077056704021696014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=9077056704021696014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/9077056704021696014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/9077056704021696014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2008/09/tired-and-bored.html' title='Tired and Bored'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-8045472889174108176</id><published>2008-09-04T13:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:58:04.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel like going back to past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://72.11.142.207/~vladstud3/jpg_low/800x480/vladstudio_timeflow_800x480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://72.11.142.207/~vladstud3/jpg_low/800x480/vladstudio_timeflow_800x480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In current days, my brain thinking like want to think back previous day that is done&lt;br /&gt;and feel like going back to time. Now, i can't enjoy more like last time, where me now&lt;br /&gt;working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During last time --&gt; starting primary school and secondary school, I am quite a playfull&lt;br /&gt;person where like to play, jump and run here and there when got free time to skip in to&lt;br /&gt;play....hahahahaha.... Beside that, i can mix with my old friend(until now, knew them&lt;br /&gt;almost 9 - 10 years) Then friends when i knew them in Diploma study(JMTi) are also quite&lt;br /&gt;enjoy but not as during primary and secondary school. This is because, JMTi got rules&lt;br /&gt;restriction which is after 10.00pm, no student are allowed to go out accept emergency..&lt;br /&gt;such as accident which is related to a student and more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most enjoyable things is that camping, go out with old friends and more... In camping,&lt;br /&gt;quite suffer but can learn many new things, friends.. and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for now, me are currently working and can enjoy much even other friend can have more holiday( for student) than me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-8045472889174108176?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/8045472889174108176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=8045472889174108176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/8045472889174108176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/8045472889174108176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2008/09/feel-like-going-back-to-past.html' title='Feel like going back to past'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-6583232552355766343</id><published>2008-08-18T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:59:18.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://72.11.142.207/~vladstud3/jpg_low/800x600/vladstudio_dreamer2_800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://72.11.142.207/~vladstud3/jpg_low/800x600/vladstudio_dreamer2_800x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://72.11.142.207/~vladstud3/lowquality/vladstudio_dreamer2_800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every people have dreams. Sometimes people have sweet/good dreams, sometimes people have bad dreams, sometimes they dream normal things only.In each person dream, they can dream about their girlfriends, good friends(male or female), more happiness which is dreaming where getting married and more.&lt;br /&gt;When people dream bad thing(ngok mong -cantonese), people will sweat and will wakein a sudden where something bad happen in their dreams. All this dream, every people will have.But 1 thing different for me is manytimes of my dream will come reality where when i do a thing, and i feel that this thing i have done before but doesn't know when it happen.When i have a bad dream, i be scared that it will be come reality. The bad dream i had is a best friend of my jump down from a building in front of me. For me every bad dream that i have, don't make it into reality that allIf sweat, good or normal become reality is fine with me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-6583232552355766343?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/6583232552355766343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=6583232552355766343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/6583232552355766343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/6583232552355766343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2008/08/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-2065999218286559344</id><published>2008-08-15T21:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:24:14.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Can't Forget Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s.mynicespace.com/myspacepic/246/24607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="232" alt="" src="http://s.mynicespace.com/myspacepic/246/24607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After many things happen, starting last year august my feeling towards her come in a sudden, then try to speak my feelling toward her but when want to tell her but didn;t have the brave to speak up my feeling toward her especially that those three word...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i find a friend to talk and ask for advice and get some courage from a friend.. Then on my birthday try to tell her my feeling toward her and manage to tell her but take almost 45 minutes to tell those three word... why those three word so hard to tell.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that she ask me when those feeling toward her come.. then she reject me with some reason which like she not good girl to me to like... For me, is nothing.... then i ask her to take time to think 1st.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i try to call, sms her because i miss her... want listen to her voice even can't see her but everytime sms and call her... no response that time like she ignoring me.... sad and hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then in this year, in Feb... at last she answer my call ady, we talk something else 1st...then i ask her again about the things, then she reject again... hurt again..... but i told her that i willing to wait for her no matter what....... then she tell me don't waste time on her.., find other girl which is better than her... that time i my mind think is when i find a girl which is better than her but feeling toward a girl are not less than her......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that she sometime like try to ignoring me...... then later nothin already... me got sensitive on it or else??? nevermind as long she answer my call back enough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i heard she come back from her schooling for holiday... i want to call her out and meet her but can't get to her... and then in the saturday morning when i when out with two of my friend for a walk at lake garden.. in the period of time in the lake garden i message her and she got reply... thank... my feeling so excited... hooray~~~ then i straight call her when she reply me and she answered... in the conversation.. i  try to ask her out but she that day can't because no transportation out.... then i feel a bit sad.... in a sudden, she ask me a question where need my help to fix her laptop... me that time reply no problem after ask what i should help on her laptop... then i ask her when she say maybe in the evening.... but she will let me know what is the time later.... that time i was very happy that i gonna meet her....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i the afternoon, i go to my friends house while wait her confirmation on the time and place.... then around 3 something like that, i received her message that she can't make it today...ohh.... my happy feeling drop immediately.... but she say want to pospone to tomorrow but the condition still the same can't confirm the time....(sad)... then i wait for tomorrow but me scared also where i maybe can't meet her because me going back to work already.... but i still wait her sms from her in the morning but none.. then i message her that i can't help her already with her laptop because going back at 3 pm.. then she got reply me...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then until now my feeling toward her didn' t change at all even before she ask me to erase my feeling toward her.. just be normal friends but i can't.... what should i do?.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-2065999218286559344?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/2065999218286559344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=2065999218286559344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/2065999218286559344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/2065999218286559344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2008/08/still-cant-forget-her.html' title='Still Can&apos;t Forget Her'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-6435425786535907705</id><published>2008-08-14T00:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:06:38.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://72.11.142.207/~vladstud3/jpg_low/800x600/vladstudio_terrelointaine_800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://72.11.142.207/~vladstud3/jpg_low/800x600/vladstudio_terrelointaine_800x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel very lonely nowdays, friends all at other place (all mostly study)...As for working... same as well alone starting on 12 August 2008, he go to kl and teach there. transfer by bossbut only fro three week. When he come back it's my time to go kl, exchange..then at there sure lonely again but will lonely during working time i thinkbecause many of my primary and secondary school friends and others are at kl but can enjoy there where there are no class(working).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-6435425786535907705?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/6435425786535907705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=6435425786535907705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/6435425786535907705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/6435425786535907705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2008/08/lonely.html' title='Lonely'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-5132145828062794214</id><published>2008-08-14T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:11:47.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Student</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://72.11.142.207/~vladstud3/jpg_low/800x600/vladstudio_theystolethemoon_2008_800x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Students are people that enter school ann from school they learn and gain knowledge. Beside school, they will enter next level of schooling(after primary and secondary)..some enter A-level, some take scholarship like JPA, and more, some enter diploma, some take form 6, and more.....&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will entering all this (lu chen).. as well as myself also have. But now me have entering working era and become a tutor which have to teach student. Me myself have become student before and know all of kind of student. But now me know more than previous when i become student.. because when i'm teaching, i found new attitude of one or more students.&lt;br /&gt;Not all student i currently teach are good.. some come entering class but dont't want study... ask them write note, they say "ok ok, i will write, but they didn't write... what should i do?.. leave them or else....&lt;br /&gt;Some of the student are good, even more their outside appearance like gangster,... they come and got the heart to study. That the study are easy to teach, and extra easy if the student have english basic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-5132145828062794214?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/5132145828062794214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=5132145828062794214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/5132145828062794214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/5132145828062794214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2008/08/student.html' title='Student'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-3272781835746599773</id><published>2008-08-10T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:26:26.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" alt="" src="http://72.11.142.207/~vladstud3/jpg_low/800x600/vladstudio_allyouneedislove_800x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What do&lt;/span&gt; you think love is? How you treat love as? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From my opinion, every people will have love their receive and give to.. also will depend on what love their receive and give to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The love their give and receive can be many types - from parent, sibling(normal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- from friends (can be say normal too) can be say like friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-This want is the most people want the kind of love is love receive from a special person (after succese call boyfriend/girlfriend)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Loves sometime are cruel where it can hurt people feeling. For example, couple break up. People love also can be used(pei li yong) to lead their goal(mu di).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me sometime feel jealous to the couples.. where their love can be share to his/her partner.... This kind of love mostly need hardwork( li) to get it. Why mine so no luck wan, sad sad.. cry wuwuwuwu. When is the time come to meet my true love. waiting.. waiting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nowdays, most our people i knew(call friends) have girlfriend or boyfriend.. already receive or give their love to their special person. Happy for them which their found their happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-3272781835746599773?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/3272781835746599773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=3272781835746599773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/3272781835746599773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/3272781835746599773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2008/08/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-7303992286869667547</id><published>2008-08-07T00:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:44:02.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work and Study</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://72.11.142.207/~vladstud3/jpg_low/800x600/vladstudio_lettereater_800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://72.11.142.207/~vladstud3/jpg_low/800x600/vladstudio_lettereater_800x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://72.11.142.207/~vladstud3/jpg_low/800x600/vladstudio_intheoffice_800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://72.11.142.207/~vladstud3/jpg_low/800x600/vladstudio_intheoffice_800x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Choice between work and study? What will you choose? Work! or Study! Work have it's own benifits and Study also have it's own benifits.......( my oppinion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Work can earn more money. From works we can give some of our salary to our parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Studies - we can gain more knowledge from what we have studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Working, we will enter the working environment but depend when. it maybe after your study or somethings else first then only work. Sometimes a person don't feel like to enter working environment yet (Maybe have own way of thinking). Some feel study is better, can enjoy, not stress then working(stress), and more....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-7303992286869667547?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/7303992286869667547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=7303992286869667547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/7303992286869667547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/7303992286869667547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2008/08/work-and-study.html' title='Work and Study'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-7574683789969706586</id><published>2008-07-25T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:49:14.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHOICE/DECISION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SInnw8WvwrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/y8Bz5dZYjx8/s1600-h/aaa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226963670561440434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="256" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SInnw8WvwrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/y8Bz5dZYjx8/s320/aaa.bmp" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why people have to make choice, why don’t let everything just has one way only… Sometime choices lead to good way sometime not… People will get headache to choose the way to go… or decision to make… Choice or decision are very troublesome, make people to scare, stress, and more…. Scare – make wrong choice or decision where will lead to type of their future… Stress –thinking the choice and decision that have whether it will lead to good future….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-7574683789969706586?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/7574683789969706586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=7574683789969706586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/7574683789969706586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/7574683789969706586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2008/07/choicedecision.html' title='CHOICE/DECISION'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SInnw8WvwrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/y8Bz5dZYjx8/s72-c/aaa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399505190900119983.post-4601382142364454448</id><published>2008-07-25T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:55:35.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://72.11.142.207/~vladstud3/jpg_low/800x600/vladstudio_missingpiece_800x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friend will be in our road of life which can be normal friend, close friend or best friend. Friends will be until “hou heng tai/hou ci mui”. They will say anything need “friends” help “they” will help. Friends can be good or bad depends on which friend you meet. Sometimes friends will help a lot…, sometimes they use you to let them to get their goal. But for me think is when we make a friend (friendship) need fate to meet.&lt;br /&gt;When a friend live you, you will be sad…, when friend hurt you, you will be angry and also think why friend do to you and can meet this kind of friend. Ourself can decide whether the friend we make is good or bad. It will be decide by us after knew each other in a time of period&lt;br /&gt;I meet a lot of friends which is good and also bad want…. First, I don’t know whether the person I meet is good or bad but I will treat them as my best friends. Until I knew them more deeply, then I know what kind of friends that I have. Mostly, I meet want all are good(“kong ye hei”(Cantonese))…. And meanwhile which bad, I also have I remember most which is happen last 3 years. At first, they treat me good, like close friends After 2 months, they start ignore me. At first for me is nothing but one day, they talk bad things at the back of me(“pui hao kong yan wai wa”(Cantonese)). I don’t know why they say this kind of things at me… I few sad for a short time and think back why they do this to… whether I got do something wrong or hurt them…. But that time I just be myself…. I didn’t ask them why because I hate people that talk bad thing behind of someone… For me just like lost something, and just forget it and just go for a happy period… At there not them only, I mix with others…and continue my life..&lt;br /&gt;After that I enter form 6 few weeks and then need go for diploma at Butterworth. In the time I form 6. I meet more new friends. That time I enjoy while have before going for my diploma study. During form 6 was happy but for a short time and I satisfy with it…. Hahahaha…….&lt;br /&gt;Then when I leave form 6 and enter my diploma study… at there I have happiness and sadness during 3 years of study…… Before starting the diploma courses. I have new friend that I meet which is during interview… that time we talk about our result, what kind of questions will the panels ask. When is my time for interview, there where some problem where happen which is clash between turn of interview, that time where two person have the same number, one is me and another is a girl(quite pretty). At last problem solve. And then after my interview, I talk back to a friend there which is just meet before my turn of interview. He ask me question about what the panels will ask because he want to be prepare….&lt;br /&gt;When the courses start I meet him and some other also during interview…. Then one of them becomes classmate…. While during study period… many happiness, sadness happen…. All friends that I meet there are all my best friends…. But at the end something happens… there are two group if them we starting to ignoring me “again”&lt;br /&gt;The feeling start to hurt again but this time most serious…… that time want to mix with other can’t…. that times I was so sad and want to find people to talk about it.. then I find a friend which is not study in the same college…. I call a friend to talk but that time …. were buzy and I call other friend lucky, … were not buzy…. I talk the situation of mine to … and I feel better…&lt;br /&gt;Friend nowadays are like that can be good or bad…… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399505190900119983-4601382142364454448?l=xelenix87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/feeds/4601382142364454448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399505190900119983&amp;postID=4601382142364454448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/4601382142364454448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399505190900119983/posts/default/4601382142364454448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xelenix87.blogspot.com/2008/07/friends_25.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>xelenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222191578563845716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcW2XxFbzUc/SesLQ_5EjnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x638fV1oA6Q/S220/P3230001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
